The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - Cultists On Board текст песни

Cook was nearly deaf
Was a sterling chef
Though he did enjoy
His drink

He died how he lived
With his whisk and sieve
And his head inside
The sink

Tony was the mate
He was 28
Was the finest friend
I had

Run through with a sword
And tossed overboard
Who is gonna tell
His dad?

It's no big surprise (it's no big surprise)
Everybody dies (everybody dies)
That's small consolation to me now (that's small consolation to me now)
Chin up, buttercup (chin up, buttercup)
When your number's up (when your number's up)
Now my life is flashing (now my life is flashing)
Right before my teary, world-weary eyes

Steven, Kat, the rest
Trapped inside the mess
Won't go down without
A fight

Burning through the lock
You're in for a shock
When the petrol drums
Ignite

It's no big surprise (it's no big surprise)
Everybody dies (everybody dies)
Though this isn't quite the way that I thought I would go (the way that I thought I would go)
Seems my number's up (seems my number's up)
Why should I be different from the rest? (why should I be different from the rest)
The deal's the same for everybody, everybody dies (everybody dies)